Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air and deep beneath the rolling waves, in labyrinths of coral caves - the echo of a distant tide comes willowing across the sand, and everything is green and submarine.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 882 | 2012-07-05 03:39:29 | 42.14 | 91% |
| 601 | 2012-02-02 07:41:22 | 34.30 | 93% |